A Change in Perception of Time and Family
In the coming weeks, journals and letters become a solace and inspiration to both my father and me. We spent hours upon endless hours on afternoon evenings reviewing them together, stopping time to ponder the lessons hidden within my grandfather’s words. They presented a man who, in his own right, had been adventurous but still deeply thoughtful, who had wrestled questions of life, love, and purpose with which we wrestle, too.
These stories and emotions had been waiting in this dark basement for so long, thus making them strange to think about. Reading the words of my grandfather is almost like his speaking directly to us across time. This made me realize how much of our lives is shaped by stories which we carry and pass on; though we didn’t realize their value at the time.
